Chapter 16
"Bella, there's a boy here." Chief Charlie called from the living room. I was trying to eat my breakfast, so I could suffer through another day in that penal colony called Forks High School.
"Hi Bella...I...oh!" Edward stood in the doorway of the kitchen clutching a bouquet of daisies. His eyes were bugging out of his head, as he watched me deep throat the banana.
I started to gag on it and Edward's face turned bright red and he readjusted his pants. Not what I had imagined seeing this morning.
"What are you doing here?" I questioned, after pulling out the offending piece of fruit.
"Taking you to school," he squeaked. His eyes were trained on my breasts. I realized that he'd never seen me without my protective hoodie.
I crossed my arms over my tee-shirt. "I have a perfectly functioning truck, kid."
He kissed my cheek. "It's very rusty and I'm sure it has faulty breaks."
"It's a classic Ford pick-up truck, Baseball Boy. Are you even an American?"
"My Volvo is the pinnacle of safety." He placed the daisies in my hands. I sneezed. "These are for you."
I stuck them in a Colt 45 bottle Chief Charlie had by the sink. I filled it with water and hoped dear old dad rinsed the bottle out. Maybe, daisies liked beer?
I let him take my hand. He said with a grin, "Your chariot awaits."
"Sure thing, Grandma, let's take your horseless carriage and go 20 mph to the church and play bingo."
He laughed. "You're hysterical!"
It was going to be a long day.